DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
"That's not me," her voice rang out.
"Is it not?" I asked her, trying my best to ensure that the smile on my face remained despite the furnace burning inside of me. Then I pressed another button on the remote, and the image on the screen changed, giving way for another one to come on display.
"That's-" she began.
"You and your lover?" I snarled.
I don't know how or where you got that, but it's not what you think," she broke in, her voice cracking. "Damian, hear me out-"
"Hear what?" I asked her.
She rushed towards me, stopping only right before me, the panic on her face deeply glaring. "I don't know where you got that from, but that's not me. It's not even real."
Her words were a spark to my fuse, and I wondered how much of a fool she thought I was. The very imag
